Not getting any younger.
The government pays me now.
Pays me back.
It’s kind of sweet.
When I can, I snooze ’til eleven,
have my morning coffee for lunch.
Too sedentary, though.
Geez, how did I go from 195 to 210
Anyway, joined a gym last week.
Against doctor’s orders.
Found one that looked the other way
when I put checkmarks in the health conditions column.
But, I pace myself, yes I do.
Some of them get a kick
out of this balding old guy with a belly.
But, I go every day. Sometimes twice.
Yeah, I’m tryin’.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.